#supercutts

[slughunny]

[boysbye]

       you'd  think  that  if  two  people  were  working  undercover  as  a  married  couple  ,  they'd  at  least  make  an  effort  to  seem  like  they  liked  or  were  even  remotely  interested  in  each  other.  but  san  ,  clearly  ,  has  entirely  different  ideas  about  how  to  approach  this  assignment.  if  he  didn't  ,  he  wouldn't  be  cozying  up  to  what  feels  like  an  endless  stream  of  women  tonight.  alright  ,  maybe  it's  not  that  many  —  but  still  ,  haneul  hadn't  signed  up  for  this  unspoken  plan.

       pretending  to  be  devoted  husbands was  supposed  to  be  their  strength  —  something  to  make  their  missions  smoother.  yet  with  the  way  things  are  going  now  ,  all  haneul  can  feel  is  mounting  agitation  and  the  growing  urge  to  blow  the  entire  evening  off.  honestly  ,  who  cares  if  they  don't take  down  some  random  low-level  mafia  member  ?  the  world  wouldn't  notice  if  the  guy  disappeared  off  the  face  of  the  earth  tonight  or  stayed  exactly  where  he  was. if they will ever find him , that is.

       ''  did  any  of  your  ridiculous  flirting  actually  work  to  get  useful  information  ?  ''  haneul  rolls his eyes  as  san  finally  saunters  back  to  his  side  ,  hands  shoved  deep  into  the  pockets  of  his  slacks.  ''  because  if  not  ,  you  can  just  leave.  i can  finish  this  myself.  ''

[justsurvival]

          the sole of shions sneakers slides over the blood slick tile of the morgue.  a man is slouched in the corner half-eaten,  all-dead.  xe has thus far survived on coffee and already composing corpses,  with the occasional bite of live flesh.  this is new.  xer stomach turns.     "     self-defense,     "     shion whispers to the one other living figure in the room.  not quite as xe says.  shion could have called someone,  but xer hunger took over and now they were in a much worse situation than they started in.     "     i have to clean up.  i'll get rid of the body.  you need to change into clean scrubs.  i-i need new scrubs.     "     shion's voice is monotone,  quiet,  matter-of-fact.  if he speaks like he know what he's doing,  then he fucking knows what he's doing.  the metal surface of the autopsy table he approaches reflects himself back — red crimson scarlet carmine red red red red.  he turns away,  nauseous.  he knows his teeth haven't recessed,  left eye is still holding on to the pitch black sclera.  at least the telum is gone,  though his shirt is shredded.  he moves towards them,  needing to make sure they're okay,  that he wasn't the one to inadvertently hurt them.     "     i'm sorry.     "     for you having to see that,  for not telling you to leave earlier,  for not being the same person i was when we were little.     "      does anything hurt  ?  that blood...  mine,  his,  or yours  ?     "

[     starter  —  @supercutts     ]

[champagns]

          “     i  don’t  think  it’s  going  to  hurt  that  bad.     ”     he  begins,  though  his  nerves  are  evident  by  the  way  his  leg  rapidly  bounces  up  and  down.  oliver  always  gets  like  this  before  a  piercing  or  tattoo,  but  he’s  usually  over  it  once  he  realizes  it’s  not  that  bad.  still,  he  can’t  help  it.     “     and  it’s  going  to  look  sick  as  fuck!  i’m  so  happy  you’re  here.     ”     he  turns  to  look  at  his  girlfriend  with  a  sweet  smile,  leaning  in  to  place  a  gentle  kiss  on  her  lips.     /     @supercutts

[oldspoet]

                    “was  that  a  friend  of  yours  ?”

[boysbye]

       ''  you're  the  one  who  called  me  in  the  first  place  —  sloane  !  ''

       he  calls  her  name  in  surprise  ,  his  hands  too  late  to  save  his  summer  friend  from  the  most  graceful  fall  ,  her  behind  falling  on  a  patch  of  grass  not  even  hundred  meters  away  from  the  beach  club  he  had  to  pick  her  up  from.  she's  being  exceptionally  difficult  today  ,  to  the  point  where  jesse  has  to  crouch  down  next  to  her  and  sigh  in  exhaustion.  living  a  complete  opposite  schedule  from  her  ,  he  was  trying  to  get  a  good  eight  hours  sleep  in  at  night  only  to  be  disrupted  by  a  phone  call  at  five  in  the  morning  from  his  dearest  friend  ,  music  blaring  in  the  background and begging him to drive her home.  ''  sloane  ,  c'mon.  my  car  is  seriously  right  there.  don't  make  me  pick  you  up.  ''

[dcrkvoid]

    𐔌 ♡ ᝰ .ᐟ @supercutts !!

' what the fuck ... i thought i told you not to come here ... ' a bite of warning mixed with his words. thorne shoots them a glare , arms crossing over his chest. ' i have nothing for sale , now scram. '

[fauxpunks]

closed starter for @supercutts

"you can't keep coming over when you've had enough of him. i'm... not always going to be around." but she was, and she would be. "eventually you're going to have to deal with him on your own."